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JadedSoul Aug 2014
Come visit me
My beautiful sword
Spend some time with me
Show the beauty of your blade

Separate skin and flesh
Cut through bone and muscle
Then come at last
Right to my heart

Do not hesitate,
Come straight in!
And show the inner chambers
Of my icy heart
Your exquisite beauty

let the cold blood flow
Around your edge
then twist up slightly
And explore some more

Cut the fibres of my heart
Join the chambers all together
And in dying breath
Let my blood happily dance
On your beautiful blade!
JadedSoul Sep 2014
I never really understood love
teenage me thought I did
parent me thought the same
but I'm almost 40
and my kids are grown up

I never really knew what love is
I never really understood it
but now I have a dog;
now, I understand love
now, I feel love
now, I see love
and finally, I know the meaning of love

unconditional love,
found in her brown eyes
unconditional love,
floods from her doggy heart
FINALLY, I understand love
Yep, love - a dog's love
JadedSoul Aug 2014
I get home after a long day
and she can't wait!
She rushes out the house
right into my arms!

Excited just to see me
take my cares and sorrows of the day
and make them go away.
Seems as if me coming home
is the very best part of her day.

She forgives in a blink -
sits against me with her soft hair
her heart racing
at the thought of her first love
- her only love -
being by her side.

Sitting on my lap, she looks at me
Her blonde fringe hangs
between her beautiful brown eyes

How I love this dog!
If only humans can love
like this little dog!
Content and happy -
her love's home and she's complete
Inspired by my ever loving, faithful dog. Always happy to see me, just to be with me is the greatest thing to her. I love you my little puppy
JadedSoul Dec 2014
I'm pathetic.
Craving love,
craving intimacy.

16 years of marriage,
I should know better

Come, codeine my love,
Take away these desires...
JadedSoul Oct 2014
The true horror
is that I'll never see him again-
my dad, my father

18 years on and I still weep,
weep like a lost little boy
that will never see his daddy again,
feel his strong arms' embrace,
see him help the weak,
or be in his presence

Weeping, like a lost little boy...
My dad died when I was 18. I never thought that 18 years on, I'd still be crying myself to sleep
JadedSoul Aug 2014
Fingers twined
My Love's hand blends with mine
together we stroll
among the Ripened Wheat

the Sun bows low,
bids good night,
sets the sky alight
with a million Hues
of blue and red
while we gaze -
at the rising moon

My free hand picks
a strand of wheat
jovially I tickle
the nape of her neck

the Night lights up
With her playful smile
as she gives chase
through the Ripened Wheat

grasping my arm
as I grasp hers
we lie down together
there, in the field

her full red lips
so soft and moist -
mine meets hers,
there in the field

one by one
my fingers conquer
pearl white buttons
that eagerly yield
without a fight

her black silk bra
gracefully surrenders
unmatched by the beauty
that it contains

Levi jeans
are simply no challenge
as the zipper
races down
with sheer excitement!

Gentle fingers run down
from Rosy red cheeks
and gently caress
Her gorgeous long neck

lower they venture
her heart beats faster
my lips caress hers
as my lithe fingers
find her *******

so delicately soft
with ******* *****
I kiss, her exquisite chest

she lowers her head
her chest rises to meet me
while my teeth gently nibble
her excited hard ******

Her legs now move
apart in anticipation
as my right hand glides
beneath the black silk g-string

Intense Heat
guides my fingers
as they slide in the moisture
on shaven skin

wider apart,
she invites me in
as the g-string slips down,
past cute toes

There in the field,
among the Ripened Wheat
my Love and I
unite ourselves
in Body and Mind

our souls sing in unison
our gentle rhythm,
as One increases.

Passion together
Sweat with sweat
our bodies cling together
while we Come together

Sheer bliss
Fills every fibre
There in my newly Ripened
Field of Dreams!
JadedSoul Aug 2014
Where did you go?
My strong grandfather
lying dead in his coffin
still and lifeless

Once the picture of manliness
strength, masculinity and health
now a lifeless corpse

Like a human sized robot
with a miniature pilot
a pilot that simply left
and a biological suit just lies there

Unable to even open his eyes
or move a muscle

I don't understand death
I don't get what it is
The pilot leaves and goes where?

Alone in a room
with a white coffin
and my grandfather's corpse
I stand and try to get a hold on the moment

Leaving me fcked up
Searching for meaning
Standing at the coffin of my grandfather on 21 August, 2014

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